All Chapters of The Lost Bet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aslan’s POVHe wasn’t lying when he had said home. He was indeed planning on taking her home because one thing was clear; she was not going anywhere anytime soon. And he didn’t care. He couldn’t bear to get her a separate house and keep her there. And why should he when he wanted her to be at his place when he get back home and be there in his bed when he wakes up. It was only possible if she would live with him at his place, so he would take her there. Another first for him.She didn’t say a word during the entire ride even when he applied antiseptic on her knees and palms. God knows what had happened to her that she was injured. He didn’t know how her parents reacted. The concern was that he had traced her location at John’s house. He had run but her location was changed again and he found her in time before she could run away again. She was broken. She had stopped crying but he knew that she was not herself else her first question had been “How did you find me?”But it was good that s

Aslan’s POVHe sat at the bar in Lucci’s but his table was empty now. He didn’t want Naples. He just sat there and listened to the slow rhythm as Bryan Adams sang Everything I Do I Do It For You.His thoughts went to the woman back at his home. She was driving him nuts. Not that he was complaining but he had not known she could be so fiery. He loved it when she challenged him but he didn’t know how to deal with it. He had never been challenged and she was provoking all the different things in him. He so wanted to keep her with him all his life but then she says she want someone else.And Derek? Why did she have to talk about him? Elle had called him about what had happened. She must have told Elena everything about him and Derek.He was speaking truth when he had said that he regretted nothing. After all, it was just a one night stand. He had no idea Gina was Derek’s sister and he had never imagined that she will do something so stupid.He sipped his whiskey and motioned the bartender.

Author’s POVHis room was empty when he arrived. He was disappointed. Where the hell was she? The maid informed him that she was getting ready in another room.For the first time in a while, he had his room to himself, but it seemed quite empty. Her presence had become a habit. A bad habit.He got into the shower and her scent was still lingering there. He inhaled deeply before turning on the water.The surprise he had planned for her would blow her mind. He knew it.But why was he doing all this?Because deep down he was selfish and her smile was his heart’s desire. He was not in love but as long as she was with him, he knew that he will always keep her happy. Because his happiness lied in her smile.He never used to look in the mirror. He knew he was blessed with a face which could make women and men turn their heads alike. But today he stopped in front of the mirror. Should he shave? Elena gets beard burn so easily. So, he started shaving when his earlier self screamed from the mirro

Elena’s POVShe hurriedly took her dress from the floor and wore it. Whatever that had just passed between them wasn’t right. She wasn’t right to allow him to do this to her. Why did she think that she could help him? No one can help him. He is one hell of a weird man.She was still on the couch, thinking about what to do, when his voice boomed, “You have 15 minutes to get ready.”Elena cleaned the glass and whiskey and then went to the bedroom. Instead of going to the closet, she went to the shower and turned on the hot water. The idea was to scrub off his touch, but was it possible?She chose a teal-colored cocktail dress with a corset top. It showed enough cleavage to entice but not too slutty. The skirt was asymmetrical and it showed off just the right amount of her thighs. She half-clutched her hair, let her small curls frame her face and applied little makeup. Topping it with a nude lipstick, she was ready. Of course, there were matching shoes and handbag in her closet. She smirk

Elena’s POVWhen she woke up, the bed was empty. Good that he was off to work. Her body was battered. She was sore and her skin burned from all the hickeys and the bites. He was a beast.Standing in the hot shower, she thought about her life. What is she gonna do after she leaves him or he leaves her? Will there be a life? Will people recognize her from the papers? Or will she fade away into oblivion once again? The idea of somewhere peaceful and serene lighted up her eyes and sowed a seed of hope, but she knew better. The more she hopes, the more her life will be entangled. She turned off the knob and got dressed. She was famished.As she got downstairs, the aroma of fresh food made her stomach growl. She entered the kitchen to a sight which she had never expected.Aslan had an apron around his waist and was cooking. There were boiled eggs, poached eggs, omelet, pancakes, croissant which she knew was not something he could cook. Fresh hot coffee was brewing and he was squeezing orang